Point-of-View: Sylvar Miirphys
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I let out a sigh of relief as I reverted to my base form, before descending a bit lower...the fortress is completely burning down, with no Fairies left around to use Water Magic, they couldn't put out the flames fast enough. All they could do, was watch it burn.
There's about twenty or thirty of them left from what I can see, a few of them had weapons pointed at me, but with no real conviction. It looks like most of them are conflicted over what to think anymore...just what I wanted.
Sant accused me of spreading dissent and unease, which I hadn't done, effectively sentencing me to death without a shred of real proof. But now, as retaliation for trying to kill me, I'm doing exactly what he accused me of, pretty ironic...
